Peanut Butter

Average man of middle age Like all the others
 Red shirt, red face
 A baby undercover
 Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions
 Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of dollars
 The things you make me want to scream Like all the others
 Sticking to the roof of my mouth
 Like peanut butter
 You built this and whatever it is
 It isn't for us
 And it sticks to everything that you touch Like peanut butter
 Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions
 Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of dollars
 We'll let you explain yourself
 Cause we're not buying what you have to sell
 We'll let you explain yourself
 Cause we're not buying what you have to sell
 We'll let you explain yourself
 Cause we're not buying what you have to sell